Right!

In a while I'll be switching blogs from this lovely one.... to the one I've put into my new website (hopefully bengalley.com, narcissistic I know...) which is pretty much exactly the same, only with more photos! So forgive the random colour change, and anything that doesn't look right, 'twas me messing around the other night :) But anyway, there will still be a few more things up here before I completely switch, and I'll let you know!

ALMOST DONE (and thank the gods for iWeb)

Benx

Dear God...

...I think I am so close to the end of the book, I might actually cry with delight. Not that it hasn't been fun, don't get me wrong, but these last few chapters have been a real hard battle to finish, with so many ends that need swiftly tying up, and so much bloody emotion flying around, I've had to tread slow and careful. Anyway it's coming along nicely, now started the second to last chapter and then onto the finish ;)

Website's coming along too, no doubt this will be up there one day (Ooh freaky you're reading it now) and you can see how tasty the whole thing looks. Thank you Apple once again. Steve Jobs is a lucky bitch.

Kettle's boiled,

Ben x (not for my phone it's broken again, NEVER BUY A SAMSUNG OMNIA)

Meh

Half-Fat Mayonnaise means I can eat twice as much of it, but half nights of sleep mean I can't do anything.... I've spent all day relaxing and having a day off in front of the TV (watching fight club with the girlfriend so damn good day) with the premise of writing at least a couple of pages tonight, but I can't bring myself to even move. Feel kind of ill too, like weak and tired, but that's most definitely due to being worn out. The new job is cool, don't get me wrong I'm grateful to be have a new job, but the early mornings are starting to hurt. Jesus I am such a weakling, it's only been about a week! Hah, ah well I'll keep trying, got to finish this book. I suppose it's important not to force anything though.... just get an early night! The good thing is I'm getting wicked fast at typing these woeful blogs ;)

Should have a new snippet of Chapter 8 up on the blog soon, just to keep you interested, so give me a while to find you all some :)

Meanwhile, please follow me on the Twitter, www.twitter.com/bengalley, I try to keep it very updated all the time so should be fun to follow.... or just send me an email, I like those.

Sleep well,

Benx

So..

TIRED... the good news is I've got a new job, working with the fine pasty company of West Cornwall, but the bad news is, I start my day at 5.30 am now.... GREAT. I jest, it's actually quite fun, I can still get a lot of writing done as well so all good in the hood. Well LA Ink is keeping me occupied for now, fireworks tonight and then tomorrow back on it, onto Chapter 17 now, so getting really close to the end :)

Take it easy chaps and chapesses,

Peace

Benx

Check It

Just wrote this while watching TV! I was having a think about all this business on the news I was talking about earlier, and thought about how all of us have to share this world, all the little intricacies we all have that make us different, yet so strangely similar at the same time. So this was the product of this thinkingness! Just a little fun bit, have a read :)

I have a condition,

Not a serious one, don’t get to worried, not contagious either

Apparently it’s quite common, they assured me.

What’s wrong?

Oh nothing really, just feel a bit weird some weeks,

Yeah, like a cold, but maybe a bug, maybe it’s nothing.

I hear one’s going round these days.

True, a lot of people get it,

But this is different.

Well all the usual ones.

I’m just a bit worried about where things are going these days.

But I do love to dance when I’m all alone sometimes

And I’m a sucker for old films

Kind of scared of dying every now and again

But I’m only young

I am a serial moment-ruiner by the way

Don’t like those new speed bumps

And I can’t kiss with chewing gum in.

Did I mention I was addicted to networking sites?

Myspace is dead I hear.

I’m a little bit narcoleptic too,

Then some weeks I can’t sleep at all.

Normalcy seems to escape me regularly,

I’m pretty much a layabout, couch potato type,

But I can’t find the time to sit down these days,

Too much on you see.

My arms ache from all the hugging I’ve been doing.

I’ve had a birthday, an anniversary, and a funeral this week,

Wedding in the next.

And I ride a bike, fancy that, with my eyesight and all.

The environment’s important of course, definitely.

But I can’t find the energy to recycle, all that plastic

Seems a bit of waste.

Always wanted to go deep sea fishing, or be a bee-keeper,

Think I might study law next year, finally get back to school.

And music too, I’ve always played the piano.

Confusing having this weather in May though.

Like all the politics we all hear about,

I could be a politician,

I was a postman for a while

But got a little worried about the paper-cuts

And the dogs too.

Always been more of a cat person

Less hair.

Never been to a zoo, either,

Never had the time.

Did I say I had a condition?

Ben x

(C) Copyright Ben Galley 2009

This country...

...is starting to really confuse me. Bit despondent today, reading all the newest headlines and scandals, particularly the David Nutt rubbish, man's only doing his job but because his findings don't fit with the government's ideals and policies he's fired and his results are shoved under the carpet. If the government could effectively tax cannabis, they would legalise it, simple. It has to make you wonder at how much we don't know... but meh you could spend years arguing and debating about this, I'm not here to proselytise, I'm here to write, ONWARD!

Check this out, another one of my "12 Demons" short story series, this is called 5, or 'We are the Shadows', just a little thing again, in the same vein as 'They' or 'This Couch', just ramblings :)

There are tall tales and fables, long yarns and hearsay. There is folklore, legend, and makebelieve. Some tell wives’ tales and fairy stories, others call it myth or superstition. There are white lies, fabrications, fibs and falsehoods. There are long stories and short snippets. There are shadows and there is light. There is you, and there is us.

For all your wheels, your microwave ovens and atom bombs, you still don’t have a fucking clue do you? Pardon my tongue, but it’s the inconsistencies you can’t stand, all the weird and wonderful things that happen in life. Hell, none of you can even describe a calorie, let alone pick apart the hidden workings of the world. And which one would you care more about? We thought so.

Between the lines of those fairy tales and myths lie a little bit of truth, the residue of legend sticking to the underside of reality like gum on your shoe. Your ancestors used to fear us, gathering around the campfires at night for warmth and safety, telling stories of the dark ones at the forest edge, burning eyes and dripping fangs waiting for a foolish soul to wander too close. They built shrines and cairns, sacrificed animals and daughters to keep us at bay, to keep us from painting the doors with their blood. We agreed, and the gods stayed quiet.

But somewhere along the way you forgot. You got lost in the intricacies of machinery, steam and clockwork. Money became your deity and the computer became your shrine. The shadows were burned away from the forest edge by logic and rationality and organised religion and now you stand naked in the spotlight, confident and supreme.

Well we’re not finished. A little bit of darkness still exists at the corners of your lives doesn’t it, under the bridges and hiding in the cupboards?

Ever wonder why you’re all afraid of the dark?

Why the hairs stand up on the back of your neck when it’s not even cold out?

Who moved the keys that you swore were just there?

Why that shadow in the corner of your eye is nothing. Nothing but some animal rummaging in a dustbin.

Figures.

Give it a century or two and everything you used to know will be lying in another landfill, rotting and useless. We watch you chasing your universe, futilely trying to find the answers. You can slam all the particles you want together, it’ll never work, but you’ll always try.

There are tall tales and fables, long yarns and hearsay. There is folklore, myth, and legend, wives’ tales, superstition, make believe and fairy stories, white lies, fabrications, fibs and falsehoods. There are long stories and short ones. There are shadows and there is light. There is you and there is us. Curiosity killed the cat.

Peace

Ben x

(C) Copyright Ben Galley 2009